The man didn't know what was going on.

He was just walking on the road in the morning, and suddenly he was pestered by a foreign woman to ask for directions, and then he didn't know what happened, so he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he was left in this dark and gloomy place.

"A foreign woman?" The woman said with a suspicious face.

His eyes glanced at the middle-aged woman sitting next to the man, as if to get her affirmative answer.

"I don't know, I just ate a sample given by a female student at the mall, and I don't remember anything after that." The middle-aged woman smiled wryly.

I thought to myself, I didn't want to be greedy if I knew it, and now she is being locked up in this terrible place without knowing it.

"Human trafficking syndicates?" The woman guessed, feeling as if more than one person was doing it to them.

"Probably not." The man whispered.

I thought to myself, if it was really a human trafficking syndicate, why should I use all the injuries on their bodies, and I didn't care if they lived or died.

Moreover, if the human trafficking syndicate wants to be arrested, it should also arrest young girls or handsome young men, and what are they doing with mediocre and inconspicuous people.

The woman scratched her head, as if she was thinking about something, her movements were a little big, and the wounds that tore at her body made her face a little hideous.

The woman endured the pain and asked, "Then how did the injuries on our bodies come from?" ”

"You, wait and see." A look of horror crossed the man's eyes, and there was a slight tremor in his tone.

"Oh." The woman answered, not understanding why the man's face had become so bad.

Perhaps it was a partner around her who spoke, and the woman's originally frightened mood gradually calmed down and quietly looked at the surrounding environment.

Moments later, the door to the cellar was pushed open, and a grey hound bit the arm of the sleeping man on the ground, and dragged the man into the cellar and threw him on the side of the stairs.

There was another brown hound standing at the door, and two black eyes scanned the cellar with a condescending look.

Then the two hounds turned around, and their butts were facing the sleeping man on the ground, and they had a tacit understanding, one dog and one hind leg, and kicked the man downstairs and into the cellar.

Seeing that the task was completed, the hound howled, without looking back, closed the door and left the dungeon.

The man who rolled down the stairs was covered in wounds, and he weighed heavily on the other person who was still sleeping.

Seeing this scene, the woman immediately understood why the man's face was so frightened.

She stared at the prospect in amazement, with a look of disbelief on her face.

"So... two hounds? Is it our wounds? The woman's voice trembled slightly.

"Hmm." The man replied lightly, he was the first person to wake up, looking at the same scene one after another, his heart was a little numb, and now he was afraid that they would receive even more miserable treatment in the future.

The woman couldn't help but shudder, the fear in her heart was gradually magnified, and asked, "Have you seen anyone come in?" ”

"I haven't seen it." The man responded.

"That's, the hound, it's so spiritual," the woman's eyes twinkled with fear, and her lips trembled unconsciously.

A wry smile crossed the man's face.

Hehe, it's really spiritual!

If it weren't for being locked up here, the spirituality of this hound would have been amazing, but now that he was sitting inside, the spirituality was simply terrifying, and he would rather they be just ordinary hounds.

On this day, not half a figure appeared in the cellar, only two hounds carried the sleeping men and women back and forth.

The people in the cellar were next to each other, their faces miserable, and they were destined for an unforgettable night.